Bad things the cats have done (this week).

  1. Eaten soap. (Lady Jane)
  2. Repeatedly broken into the cupboard below the sink. (Lucy)
  3. Deleted all my MLA search results before I could save them. (Lucy)
  4. Hung up on a Skype call with B. 5 times in a single conversation. (Cynthia)
  5. Climbed the screen door. (Lucy)
  6. Escaped into the hallway while I was bringing the laundry in. (Cynthia)
  7. Broken the ceramic covered soap dish in a bid to get at the delicious soap contained within. (Lady Jane)
  8. Nearly ate a set of headphones. (Lucy)
  9. Went into the grocery bags and pulled out the new bar of soap I bought to replace the one that got smashed all over the bathroom floor (see #7). (Lady Jane)
  10. Went into the garbage and pulled out all the crumpled up balls of paper and dropped them in the bathtub. (Lucy)
  11. Ate my soup. (Lucy)
  12. Repeatedly tried to eat my breakfast. (Lucy)

24 October 2016

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Since I’ve had…

a more relaxed schedule I’ve been playing with the cats more. They’re pretty active and into things to the extent that I mostly tune out any strange noises I hear around the place and have mostly lost my startle response when objects crash to the ground nearby. (‘What are you destroying in there?’ I’ll casually call over to the next room. Or ‘Good job knocking things over!’ when I see rampant destruction happening in front of me.)

But everything I’ve ever read about trouble-making cats has added up to ‘play with cat more=tired, well behaved cat!’ Except in the case of my cats it seems to have made them more active and into everything.

Case in point.

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This ended in a broken plate.

26 September 2016